Untangle a bowl of yarn
Or your tangled headphone wire…
we can’t trace back to “un-cute” the our first meeting
Or un-see the beauty of the sunset…
There are no take backs
or a rubber steady enough to erase the big wound
We can not un-cry all the tears we shed
And yet
the ocean did not fill up by our tears…
Nor did the Daylight choose to dim down for our sake
Our world was spinning
But life kept living
Life must go on
With our hearts in our bodies or in the hands of somebody
Life goes go on…
So must you. So must I.
at the end you can’t find home in a body outside your own
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